breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
What to Do After a Breakup
Most likely, you are reading this because you're going through a breakup or still can't get over an ex. Whether you've been through a breakup or not, this will help you get over any man. First off, if you're sad, most likely he broke up with you, but don't worry you're going to be ok. The first step of getting over a breakup is deleting his number and deleting him on all of your social media accounts, don't continue following him on social media after a breakup. The reason you don't want to do this is because you're going to see all his stuff, whether it's him getting a new girlfriend or just hanging out with friends. Let's all be honest here, the hardest part of a breakup is seeing the person, especially if it is face to face. For example, to get over the guy you can't watch his Snapchat stories anymore, you're only going to make yourself more upset. Next step is deleting all the pictures, this might be the hardest part because you see all the happy memories. Doing all of this is like pulling off a band-aid, painful but fast. Also, delete all those pictures because, yes, they were happy memories but you're going to be able to make new ones. I should've put this as the first and last step but it can be applied anywhere. After breaking up you need to go out with your girls. I don't care how many of your friends you go out with and I don't care where you go, just go. This is going to be the most freeing and healing part. Your girls are always going to support you, go out, have fun, get dressed up, and go crazy. Also, don't sit around at home because all you're going to do is think about him, thinking about him at all is going to be the worst thing to do. Also, be there for your girls when they go through breakups! Be the friend who gets them to let go and flirt with a guy, or be an even better friend and hook them up with a nicer guy! Breaking up is hard but it's not as hard when your around people who are fun and support you. These girls love you a lot and most likely if they are your true friends they are going to be right there with you bashing him. Also, be with your girls when you delete his number because right when you get sad they are going to be right there hugging you. Also, if you're 21 and over, I recommend going out to a bar, not a trashy bar though. Trashy bars are where you meet guys who only want to hookup and honestly, hooking up with a guy when your sad only makes you sadder. Getting under someone new to get over someone is not a thing don't do or try it. Go to a nice bar and sit down you never know who you will meet. Also, since I just experienced this last night I can give you another place to not meet a guy. Don't meet a guy at a carnival, don't even think you're going to meet a guy at a carnival. Almost all the guys there are going to be dads who are either with their kids or families. I guess you could say in conclusion, always have your girls with you after a breakup, delete his number and social media, delete the pictures, and delete him from your life! Go and live your life because girl, you deserve to be happy whether that's with or without him! I hope you find someone to make you even happier than he made you because you deserve that and trust me you will get over this! As always, make sure you love yourself!
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
Little Broken Heart
Dark Past When you’re young and stupid, you don’t know where this is going. You see the way he’s looking at you and the only thing you know is that you want him. He knows how you feel. That’s why he keeps looking at you. He’s playing a game and the prize is you. When he comes sit next to you, he can hear your heart rate; the sound of his success. You don’t even need to know his name and you’re under his control. You think it’s your decision but it’s not. It’s not what you want. You keep breathing deeply and he keeps smiling. You’re thinking love at first sight, he’s just not thinking. He doesn’t need to; he has everything planned. He knows the game and he excels at it. He doesn’t even need to talk, you already trust him. You feel powerful, you feel so good. You never saw someone as handsome as him. His eyes... his lips... his smile. Without even trying, he got you. All he wants is you but you won’t get anything. You’re only an object, he’s just using you. You’re starting to think you’re worthless. That’s how he wants you to feel. Now, you understand the trap, but it’s too late. He got what he wanted and now you’re all broken. You feel all used and dirty. It doesn’t go away. Your past is part of who you are. Those scars remain and you will never trust again.
By Charlie Garcia8 years ago in Humans
A Brighter Mind
Coffee becomes cool, cigarettes burn out, the music stops playing, books come to an end, metals rust, conversations run dry, and sunlight dies; the same way that his affection made you feel loved, the way his words made you feel heard, his eyes made you feel existent...everything comes to an end. Why is it that when I think of him, I self-destruct and love myself a little less? With the slightest touch from his hand, my heart would cringe, but as a ghost from my past, he obliterates me, and the only way to deal with it is through alcohol that tastes like hell and drugs that mess with my mind. Every bit of hope was lost. I disregarded every moral that I believed in and stripped myself of any love that I've felt.
By Sam Villemaire8 years ago in Humans
The Sunflowers
When sunflowers are young, they face east to watch the sunrise. Craning their vibrant green necks, they raise their golden faces to the sun and faithfully follow its rays to the west. In darkness, they slowly turn their faces back to the east, and at dawn's first light they prepare to repeat their daily ritual.
By Nicole Mak8 years ago in Humans
This'll Make Your Heart Ache
Never I winced as I felt my stomach continually knotting up. Beads of sweat began to roll down the sides of my face as my heart started accelerating. My eyes welled with tears and it felt like a boulder was placed in my throat. My every nerve was on fire. I sunk down and pulled my knees to my chest behind the big staircase leading to the second floor of the 400 building and watched you walk by with her. The gut wrenching pain of watching you with her was unbearable. You smiled at her with your handsome smile and your heart shining through your eyes. You held her hand like your life depended on it. You tucked her hair behind her ear like she was made of the most precious substance in the universe. You kept her behind you to make sure nothing could ever hurt the most precious thing in your life. She smiled back with her million watt smile that made everyone stop and stare. She held your hand with ease because it fit like a glove. She giggled as you tucked her hair behind her ear and she sounded like an angel. She happily walked along behind you knowing you’d do absolutely anything for her. It killed me. It completely slaughtered my soul. Knowing that I could never make you as happy as she does. Knowing that I once had you and, somehow, I lost you. Knowing I will never have with you what you have with her. Knowing you will never look at me the way you now look at her. Knowing you never cared about me the way you care about her, and you never will. Knowing that no matter how many times you assured me that you would be there, you lied. Every promise you made. Every small action that expressed your affection. Every time you hugged me. Every time you kissed me. Every time you looked into my eyes and said you’d never felt this way about anyone before. Every time you said you loved me…every time said you loved me. It was all a lie. I should be used to it by now. Everybody lies. Nobody truly cares. Even when they say they do, they really don’t. Normally, I don’t let these things affect me like this. I had learned to shut my emotions off, keep people out. I had perfected my numbing process. But you broke down my walls, and I let you. I stopped rebuilding them. I trusted you. And you shattered me. I gave you all of me. I gave you the one thing I held close to me, the one thing I swore I would never give anyone, the one thing that truly gave me value. I gave you all of my heart. I gave you all of my happiness. For a while, it worked. I guess it wasn’t enough. I’m never enough.
By Brittany Fromlath8 years ago in Humans
Second Love Gone Wrong
Since my last breakup post was popular, I will do another. This breakup story is going to be about my second boyfriend. I'm skipping my first boyfriend because not too much happened. My second boyfriend and I were extremely close. I would like to think he was most likely my first love. The only downfall about the relationship was that him and I lived an hour apart. I was only 15 when we started dating, so I wasn't able to drive yet. When we started dating, he was 17, so he was able to drive and that's how it all worked out. We dated for almost two years before I ended the relationship.
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
The One I Lost
This one's about the love I lost. We all have dated that one person that we instantly think is our person and we fall head over heels for them. Well I found mine then lost it. I met this guy when I least expected it, I also never thought it would happen. Now that I realise it, it was that summer romance. One night my friend said to me, "Hey you do you want to come with me, I'm going to pick up my friend?" I thought why not because, well, I had nothing better to do. We drove for about 40 minutes, we stopped to get food for him because it was his birthday coming up. When we got there, my friend parked the car and we waited; it was night time and incredibly dark. I sat in the passenger seat my friend sat in the driver seat. She started texting him back and forth saying we were there. He was hanging out with his friends smoking a cigarette.
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
Learn How to Love Losing
Back in June, I started talking with this girl over Instagram. I messaged her after she requested to follow me, and it took her two weeks to finally reply. When she did, I didn’t even know who she was, and I even forgot that I messaged her because my mind was in high school and graduation. When she did though, we kept talking, and her response times would shorten down from a day, to a couple of hours, to an hour, to a couple of minutes, and finally an instant reply. We talked over Instagram direct messages for a good month.
By Jorge Valenzuela8 years ago in Humans
